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TABBY AND JOSEY. 



cried. " I shall not," spit Tabby. '' ~Soy I, either," growled Josey. 

 They ran under a chair and crouched close together. 



" They won't drive, mamma," whined little John, coming close to 

 mamma. 



" They are ungrateful quadrupeds, then," said mamma. 

 "Quadrupeds, mamma j what are they?" asked John, stopping 

 his whining at once. 



" How many feet has Tabby Wilson? " asked mamma. 



John seized Tabby 

 and counted, " One, two 

 three, four." 



" Very well," said 

 mamma; "if she has 

 four feet she is a quad- 

 ruped." 



"And is Josey Brooks 

 a quadruped too?" 



" Count her feet and 

 see." 



"Yes, she has foiu*; so 

 she is a quadruped. But 

 what ami, mamma? I 

 have but two feet." 



" You are a biped, 

 dear; so is papa." 



John threw himself on 

 the floor and kicked his 

 heels into the air, hold- 

 ing Tabby Wilson and 

 singing, "My kitty is a 

 quadruped, quadruped, 

 quadruped; but I am 

 a biped, biped, biped, 

 biped." 



